She was on a western course,nHer final tour de force,nThere was writing on the wallnAnd there was timenFreezing cold and squeaky clean,nClutching her Star magazine,nShe swore there was nothing leftnTo leave behindnnBut all those days and wasted nightsnAre flying back to her tonightnWith a vengeance even she'll appreciatenAnd on the window by her sidenWhere the world is screaming by,nShe can watch her made up face melt away.nnHow low we gonna watch you gonTill you know the truthnWas never under your control?nHow low we get to watch you go?nnSuch an easy fallnWhen there was love and that was all,nDays of legs and sheets and fognAnd come what maysnBut there were words to say,nShe could watch herself complainnTill the kiss goodnightsnWere ruining her facennBut there was never right or wrong,nThere were no lessons to learn,nThere was just the life she didn't live todaynAnd now there's nothing left to lose,nJust some love she'll never usenAnd a last goodbye she'll never get to say